They called me a genius back on Earth. A threat. The man who broke into systems no one should access. They hunted me for years until... until they took her away.

I died with nothing left to lose.

Then I woke up here—in a world of swords and sorcery I recognize all too well. The "Saga of the Divine Swordsman." Except I'm not the hero. I'm barely a footnote in this epic tale.

That might be my only advantage.

I know this world is doomed. I know the so-called chosen one, Lucifer Windward, isn't enough to stop what's coming. I've seen how this story ends.

But this time, I refuse to be a background character in someone else's tragedy. This time, I'll change the script.

After all, what's fate to a man who's already lost everything once?

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He laid the Funeral Constellation again, but the little stars of intent that lit the paths between us lacked their old zeal. The cracked gear at the heart of his Mantle was turning slower, the Outcome Tax less certain. My Gravity Loom and Prism Sanctuary had found their lanes, and they had teeth.


Chapter 953 - Hellflame Emperor (5)